Page 64 of Saving the Last Heir
When the house came into sight, I almost let out a shout of relief when I didn’t see his truck. Jackson’s fingers grazed across my thigh, down to my knee and back, sending electric bursts ofsensation across my body. By the time I slammed the Jeep into park, I was almost shivering with desire.
Jackson got out and rounded the car. Watching him through the windshield as he made his way to my door, I quickly tossed all thoughts and worries aside—any hesitations, and all the bullshit self-talk that liked to creep into my mind. No. Tonight was about Jackson and me. Pleasure, fun, and intensity. We both wanted this. We’d both been tiptoeing around it almost since the moment we met, and now it was going to happen.
Jackson opened the door and held out his hand. I took it, and when our skin met, a switch seemed to flip in my mind. An overwhelming need, along with a savage burning ache between my legs, sent my brain into a tailspin. I practically leaped from the car, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him to me.
This kiss was different from the first. It was more urgent, more passionate. His tongue caressed mine—warm, soft, and wet. Firm but gentle hands grabbed my hips, fingers pressing into the flesh of my ass. Pulling me even closer, Jackson sighed against my lips, his cock pressed through his pants into me. Walking awkwardly toward the house, unable and unwilling to break the kiss, we nearly stumbled over a stone in the walkway.
He clutched my ass to keep me upright as his tongue slid further into my mouth, like he wanted to taste my very soul.
“Hang on,” I gasped, pulling away. “Let me get the keys.”
Digging the jingling set out of my pocket, I turned to the door, but Jackson was insatiable. He stood behind me, kissing the back of my neck, wrapping his hands around me and running his hands across my stomach and up to my chest, cupping my breasts through my shirt.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, barely able to concentrate on getting the lock open.
As I slipped the key in, I couldn’t help but imagine his cock gliding into my pussy. I was damn near dripping wet at this point.
After twisting the key and turning the knob, the door swung inward, and we stumbled-ran to my bedroom, kicking the front door shut as we went.
I damn near dragged Jackson through the doorway that led to my small apartment. This door Ididlock, in case Dad came home while things were happening.
We barely made it to the bed before Jackson had my pants unbuttoned and shirt untucked. My breathing came in quick, almost panicked bursts of excitement, and I had to do all I could to try and calm myself down.
He pushed me onto the bed.
My god! He’s so strong, I thought deliriously. He moved my body as if I weighed nothing.
Jackson stood above me and the soft light of my bedside lamp illuminated him as he peeled his shirt off over his head, revealing the astounding body beneath. Muscles flexed as he tossed the shirt aside and went to work on his belt. Tall and wild and breathing hard, he looked down upon me like I was something he needed to consume. Every inch of my skin was buzzing, electric, and ready. The air between us practically crackled with tension. It wasn’t only lust—it was obsession, coiled tight and ready to snap.
He yanked his belt free of his jeans with asnap. I gasped. Eyes never leaving mine, he undid the top button. Already, I could see the bulge of his pants, and Idesperatelywanted to see the cock hidden underneath.
We hadn’t known each other long. Hell, the way we met wasnota textbook romance meeting. Stolen cars, a fight, a chase, an earth-shattering revelation? None of the things I’d ever associated with romance. But from the second I laid eyes on him—mysterious eyes, cocky grin, and powerful confidence—I knew I was in trouble. Now, that trouble was about to find me, and I couldnotwait.
Jackson tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and underwear, and with aching slowness, pulled them down. When his cock slipped free, I nearly gasped. Thick, and laced with veins, his cock looked muscular and intimidating. The dark crimson head bobbed forward. I couldn’t help myself from taking it in my hand and wrapping my fingers around him.
Jackson moaned as I stroked him slowly, relishing in the radiant heat of his dick, the warmth seeping into my hand. God, it was a beautiful cock. Hungry for him, I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum glistening upon it.
“Oh, fuck,” Jackson breathed out. “Are you gonna show me what that pretty mouth can do?”
Smiling, I looked up at him and took him into my mouth. Jackson let out a gasp of pleasure and threw his head back. Taking the full length of him was nearly impossible. My jaw was open as far as it would go, and I was barely able to keep my teeth from scraping. Using my tongue, I massaged his length until the head pushed all the way to the back of my throat. Whether fromexcitement or being horny, my gag reflex wasn’t as bad as it usually was, and I bobbed my head, fucking him with my mouth and hand.
Jackson threaded his hands through my hair, his hips moving in time with my mouth. The carnality of it, of having him take me like that, sent another wave of desire through me, and I slipped my free hand into my panties and rubbed my clit. Moaning against his cock, I moved even faster.
My head spun with sexual need and cathartic release. At that moment, Jackson could have doneanythingto me, and I would have loved it. I wanted to taste him, to have him shoot cum down my throat, to know that I had done that. I wanted to feel the power of making this giant, hulking man turn to putty in my hands and mouth. The thought alone almost made me come.
Jackson pulled free of my mouth and shoved me back to the bed with a growl. I laughed as he grabbed my panties, and rather than sliding them down my hips, yanked hard, snapping the thin string of my thong.
Looking down, my jaw dropped open. “Holy shit, that’shot.”
I couldn’t say more, because the next thing out of my mouth was a cry of bliss as he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue slipping into me, his hands clutching my ass as he pulled me even closer. Hedevouredme, sucking and licking my clit, slipping a finger into me, and fucking me with his hand. I clawed at the sheets, heels digging into the mattress as I tried to master the shuddering pleasure gripping my body. I’d never had anyone go down on me with the fervor and desperation of a man who was starving and had finally found what he needed.
Jackson pulled free of me and looked into my eyes with deep longing. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
No man had ever said something like that to me. Had you asked me before tonight, I’d have said it would have sounded silly. Now? Now, those words sent me into the stratosphere of sexual need.
“Uh huh,” I muttered.
He lay down on the bed next to me. “I want you to ride my face,” he commanded. “I want it. Now.”
